Enough of self absorbed narcissists
Romping through midcentury novels
Phillip Roth John Updike...
We need unrequited lovers
Doomed more to the point
Unrequited is for losers
Doomed for the totally lost in
A miasma of stunted expectations
Where pining is an art form
Calibrated to daily survival
To keep self loathing at bay
With disillusioned dreams